My Husband Regrets After Divorce

Chapter 1-----Because She's a Whore Raventon City. A lavish VIP suite in a high-end nightclub. Spring Langley clung to Justin Callahan's arm, celebrating his birthday amidst the cheers of their socialite friends. In the lively atmosphere, someone made a racket, “Yo Justin, you remember how popular you were among girls? What makes you finally decide to settle down?” Spring turned toward the man she had loved for twelve years, her eyes full of affection. She was more eager than anyone to hear Justin's answer. What she wanted to hear was: “Because Spring is the woman I'd like to spend the rest of my life with.” But as she gazed at the side of his face, a sense of foreboding crept into her heart. Then he smiled—a sneering, unfamiliar curve to his lips—and said, “Simple, because she's sluttier then anyone of them." The room fell silent. Spring's smile still held its perfect curve, even under this kind of circumstances, she would keep her manners. But the glow in her eyes was clouded with mist. She breathed out softly, using all her willpower to steady herself. The mist dried quickly with a few blinks. But the ache in her heart—only she knew it was there. Justin nonchalantly patted the back of her hand, not a trace of respect in his gesture. “Oh, come on, if you want to marry a wealthy man, you should be prepared to satisfy him in every single way possible, like, if I say you are a slut to your face, you should do nothing but smile!” Justin's friend Keith glanced at Spring, unable to bear it. “Justin, you're drunk. There are a lot of people here, spare her some dignity.” Anna, who's also a friend of Justin, rolled her eyes and sneered. “A country girl who climbed her way up by snagging a rich man—what dignity does she even have?” “Anna, that's enough,” Keith tried to stop her. Justin looked at Spring, still smiling. But in his smile lay a hidden blade. “Dignity? Spring, you want dignity? Remember how you wore the most expensive, most revealing dress and climbed into my bed, lied about being pregnant, and forced Tessa to leave? And NOW you want dignity?” He reached out to pull up Spring's dress. With every inch he pulled it up, her dignity was trampled a little more. The voices around her faded to a blur. All she could feel were the stares— sympathetic, or gloating. The dress was already lifted to the top of her thighs, yet Justin showed no signs of stopping. Like a knife, he was poking around, looking for her weak spot. And finally, he reached her heart. Spring took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then opened them with a flirtatious glint. “In case you are wondering, I'm wearing black today, and since you think I'm such a w***e, why don't we just do it here, in front of everyone, huh?” Fire sparked in Justin's eyes. Spring hooked an arm around his neck, her voice teasing and provocative. “Tessa wasn't as slutty as me. That's why she lost.” Justin fought to keep his anger in check. Spring sneered, her pale, slender fingers—tipped in crimson polish—gliding along his Adam's apple. “Too bad she lacked the skills. She was young and naive. Not like me—I know all the tricks to lure in a man like you, who can't keep it in his pants.” Justin grabbed her wrist tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand. “You're asking for it!” Keith stepped in awkwardly. “Hey, Justin... we-we're gonna head out. You two should talk things through.” But Spring suddenly pulled away from Justin. “Actually, I should be the one leaving. I'll clear the way for Tessa.” She glanced at the time on her watch. “She will be here any minute now. That way you won't have to book another place to welcome her.” Keith stammered awkwardly, “Spring, it-it's not what you think—” Just then, the door opened. Tessa stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers. Her face lit with joy, eyes as innocent and curious as ever. She beamed at Justin, not seeming to notice anyone else. “Justin, happy birthday!” Spring gently smoothed the front of Justin's shirt, her tone thoughtful and understanding. “Honey, if you don't want to come home tonight, then don't. I can play the role of a good housewife if you want me to. You don't need to give all your love to me, in fact, you don't need to give me any love at all." She laughed at herself. She had thought herself proud, but she didn't even dare ask for all of Justin's love. Because she was afraid of hearing him say, “I don't love you. Now get lost.” How pitiful it is—to be the one who can't let go. Everyone looked away, awkwardly scratching their heads, not knowing how to react to the melodrama. Spring walked past Tessa, pausing to lift her chin slightly. “Tessa, I guess you've forgotten how you once knelt in front of me, begging me to pay for your college tuition.” Tessa's flawless, innocent smile cracked. Spring sneered coldly. “Really impressive. I paid your tuition, and you repaid me by stealing my man. You truly understand what it means to ‘repay kindness.'”